.."Gwyneth briefly looked up from the laptop to steal a glance at Aidan. His face was serious as ever as he focused on the case at hand, one hand cove...ing his mouth like he always did when he was thinking. Aidan wasn't in charge of the case, but it was a habit of his to remain updated on the on-goings of every team - and today, he was sitting in on her team's meeting. Last week was amazing, and the thought of it made her want to smile, but she wore a mask of impassive indifference in that. After about twenty minutes the canopy lifted. A few minutes after, the thing that was Special Agent Allen Quinby climbed off the table with some help from the red haired love toy, as it was still a little wobbly from the process. The result was amazing. The Love Toy was a beautiful Greek looking goddess, with a perfect body like all the rest.I was quite please when it walked up to me and said "Hello Master. I'm Aphrodite. How may I serve you?" in a husky but very feminine sounding voice"I. There was no sign of any of the bridal party at all. I had been to a couple of weddings as a kid, when younger siblings of one of my parents had gotten married, but the activities and traditions of weddings and receptions were just beginning to make sense to me, so I was interested and trying to pay attention to what was happening all around us.The DJ turned down his music, and grabbed a microphone."If you could all find your seats, please?" he requested. The noise level in the room elevated. My heart thunders. Time against us. Every rational thought telling us to stop but a ravenous need consumes us. "Oh god," you gasp, pulling my lips back to yours. I taste the gloss as our kiss deepens. My hands trace your body, fingers quickly finding the hem of your skirt that I ruffle up your thighs. High enough that my hand can slip between, enjoying the sensual touch of delicate damp lace. You buck your hips against me, your body urging me on."Hurry," you huskily plead. I turn you to face.